A Peaceful Man Must Fight For That

Every House Where Love Abides And Friendship Is A Guest, Is Surely Home, And Home Sweet Home For There The Heart Can Rest.

The Worlds In Which We Live At Heart Are One, The World "i Am," The Fruit Of "i Have Done"; And Underneath These Worlds Of Flower And Fruit, The World "i Love,"--the Only Living Root.

If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence. To Break The Endless Song.

Who Can Explain The Secret Pathos Of Nature's Loveliness? It Is A Touch Of Melancholy Inherited From Our Mother Eve. It Is An Unconscious Memory Of The Lost Paradise. It Is The Sense That Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.

Peace Without Justice Is A Low Estate,— A Coward Cringing To An Iron Fate! But Peace Through Justice Is The Great Ideal,— We'll Pay The Price Of War To Make It Real.